The spear stirred the air, flashing a terrible silver-red light in the dim blood light, and the reflection of the little metal on the tip of the spear seemed to be a beacon of fate at this time, and like a flashing star, flashing in the black shadow of Wei Wuliang's incarnation, but it quickly disappeared as if it was the hope engulfed in the night. Pen~Fun~ Pavilion www.biquge.info The gun of the scourge stirred up the storm, but it was pushed aside again and again by the more powerful storm blowing from the opposite side, making his marksmanship, his body style, and even his body shape become distorted.

"Ghost Heaven Five Tiger Soul Breaker Spear!" Scourge's voice completely changed, turning into a completely beast-like roar, he seemed to have completely lost his mind, his sense of pain, his fear, and even all his thoughts, completely relying on a beast-like instinct, holding his gun and chasing the constantly fluttering figure and stabbing over and on.

The blocking, sweeping, picking, and even using the sharp blades on both sides of the spear head to slash horizontally in the marksmanship have completely disappeared in the attack of Scourge, and his marksmanship is like the marksmanship of the French heavy cavalry in another world, with only one kind of stabbing. And the head of his spear was illuminated by the blood-colored shimmer, and the red light reflected from the spear head actually drew an illusory outline of a tiger in the air with the thrust of the spear head.

The red tiger head phantom pressed on the silver-red spear head, the tiger opened its bloody mouth widely, and the sharp teeth of the cold light Huohuo were the bright red spear tip, and the spiral energy was like the bite of a fierce tiger, and it devoured into the black phantom at once, and in the phantom, from time to time the magic grasp of the ghost in the shape of a bat, the sharp and cold claw tip, fearlessly facing the bright red spear tip.

Sparks and flashes of light were scattered in all directions, and the completely mad scourge retreated step by step, the protective qi on his body had disappeared, his clothes had begun to decay and shatter, and even rotten scars had appeared on his skin, and on his side, blood was rippling little by little with the thrust of the spear. Even though Wei Wuliang's ghost claws were extremely fast, in the face of the Heavenly Slayer Demon Sect's world-famous Quick Rush Piercing Divine Skill, there was still no way to block all the attacks.

Although Wei Wuliang's body protection qi was terrifyingly hard, as a melee fighter, even if there was a huge disparity in strength, it was impossible to guarantee that he would not be injured at all.

Small scratches and cone-shaped bloody mouths appeared on Wei Wuliang's body, those wounds were no bigger than the wounds stung by large poisonous insects, and the blood that flowed out was only a little more than the nosebleeds, but they gave others the hope of turning defeat into victory.

For the bogey, it is not the hope of turning defeat into victory, but only the hope of ending together.

As if by accident, the spear of Scourge paused slightly after a thrust. The attack distance of the spear in the north was suppressed so that he could only defend Wei Wuliang, who had no offensive ability, how could he give up this excellent opportunity in front of him, the two ghost claws controlled the spear of the scourge with a hook, and with the strong vitality of the master of the Dao, as long as he exerted a little force, he could make the spear of the scourge unable to move in his hands.

After Wei Wuliang's spear, the head of the Scourge family, changed his gestures in a row, holding the black walnut handle three or four centimeters behind the head of the gun with his left hand, and released the spear with his right hand, turning his claws into fingers, and pointing straight towards the chest of Woe Ji with a "ghost finger of the undead". His figure was like a dream at this time, erratic, changing between square inches and rushing countless afterimages, and he actually took advantage of the moment when the attack of the calamity was slightly relaxed, and played a beautiful defensive counterattack.

At the same time, Scourge suddenly let go of his hands holding the spear and threw himself at Wei Wuliang. The surface of his skin protruded with its hideous red veins, his eyes swelled with their sockets into huge eyes like compound eyes of insects, and his hair suddenly turned a color that was almost pale and light purplish-red. And his arm was stretched several times in the blink of an eye, and the part above the wrist was like a drill, spinning at high speed with human effort.

"Gun Demon Transformation!" "The voice of the bogey" pierced the hearts of everyone present like a bullet out of the boring. There was endless misery in that voice, and there was supreme determination. Most of the monks present knew what kind of miracle it was, or rather, what kind of bloody and tearful way of suicide it was.

On the shoulders of the scourge, the knees of the scourge, and even the sides of the waist and crotch of the scourge, six spears as long as his arms, condensed into flesh and blood, and the six spears and the spears formed by his two hands stabbed into the body of Mr. Wei Wuliang.

Two spears pierced the eye sockets and protruded from the back of the head.

Two spears pierced the chest, completely penetrating the heart from the position.

A spear pierced through the heart, and that was the left hand of the scourge.

The three spears pierced through three less important positions above Wei Wuliang's belly, piercing from behind him, with broken intestines hanging from the tip of the spear.

The last two spears pierced Wei Wuliang's mid-thigh, amputating his leg bones.

The Blood Prison was completely still at this moment, and Zifeng Sanren, Feng Lieshan, Du Chuanchang, Zhenwu and even Liang Yunguang were all completely shocked. Yes, shock, not grief or fear. All they could feel in the first second was the purest shock.

"How is it possible?" Du Chuanchang burst out and said the common voice of the monks: "How is it possible? Even if it is used to fight desperately, it is impossible for a monk who has entered the body stage to kill the master of the Convergence Dao! With the level of calamity, his stunt of this trick will be exhausted, I am afraid that even a distraction like Feng Lieshan will not be able to kill it!"

"Yes, such a move is fierce, but the deity still has a way to block it, and the power of those spears can reach the power of turning qi at most!" Feng Lieshan answered Du Chuanchang's question coldly, and at the same time, another older and more indifferent voice suddenly sounded from behind Feng Lieshan-

"Of course it's impossible, the deity is such an easy person to deal with, it's just a spiritual artifact 'ghoul monkey'. The black mist suddenly erupted, almost engulfing Feng Lieshan entirely, Feng Lieshan turned around in horror, in front of everyone, he had to show respect for Wei Wuliang like the king of heaven, Lao Tzu, who didn't even dare to run away. If nothing else, just because in the Demon Pavilion, the weak must respect the strong. Although Feng Lieshan didn't respect Wei Wuliang very much in his heart, he must not break the rules of the Demon Wei Pavilion in front of outsiders.

He turned around in horror, only to see Wei Wuliang smiling evilly at him and nodding, and then walked away gracefully. Feng Lieshan looked at the old man's back, and a light of unknown meaning flashed in his eyes.

Wei Wuliang walked majestically behind the ghoul Luo Monkey, stretched out his claws and tore the spirit weapon that could die in place of his master to pieces. As he moved, the spear-riddled scourge also fell silently and fell to the ground, without a sound.

At this time, all the tissues in his body have been bone spurted. Sharp pale bone spurs grew from the surface of his skin, his skull turned into an elongated cargo, and his nostrils turned into two snake-like slits. The protruding beak resembles a toothy beak. His internal organs had already been penetrated into a sieve by the bone spurs that were growing wildly in his body, and then under the effect of evil skills, they turned into something like a bony hard shell, and the emperor lost his function. All the joints in his body hardened and turned into solid balls, and even the originally soft and elastic muscles could not escape the fate of semi-ossification.

The younger brother of the scourge was silent like this, looking at his brother with wide eyes, looking at the brother who used to spoil him, but at this time he was no longer human. It took him a full 4 seconds before he truly realized that from this moment on, his young self would have to face the treacherous life of the future called the Evil Monk, the hypocrisy of his fellow disciples, the deceit of his fellow disciples, and the life of no one to talk to. It took him four seconds to realize that from this moment on, he would never see his brother's smile again, hear his brother's voice, and no one would ever stuff the rest of the scone in his hand into his hand while he was hungry! There would never be a man who read as his brother and wrote as his father, always standing in front of him, blocking all the wind and rain and all the conspiracy for him.

It took him a full 4 seconds to realize all this, and he himself is afraid that it will take 4 months and 4 years before he can really dare to face the lonely life in the future.

Death is just a fleeting thing, but what it cuts off is a hundred-year-long life.

The younger brother of the scourge looked at the brother who fell to the ground, and then raised his eyes to look at the enemy who killed his brother 3 meters away, and pursed his lips with empty eyes.

He didn't shout because he couldn't. The poignant "brother!" was forever stopped in his heart. He knew that no matter how much he cried, how angry, how he questioned and how he accused, it was useless. He calculated that there was a real way to knock down the old man 3 meters away and trample on his feet, and his brother would never open his eyes to look at him again.

What he could do, he pursed his lips and slowly pulled out two slender blades from his waist with a stern gaze.

Taidao, Dongying Taidao, that is the country that was once completely destroyed by the puppet sect. After the earth-shattering genocide thirty years ago, the only thing that can represent Dongying in this world is this slender blade. Cherry blossoms or something, have long been appropriated by the Northern Empire, and Shinto or something, has long been denounced as heresy and banned throughout the Northern and Southern Empires. The 13.2 million souls of Dongying have long been wiped out under the evil and terror of the puppet sect, and the word Dongying seems to be gradually sinking into the dust of history with the passage of time.

Scourge slowly drew his knife, which was the slowest draw in his life, and although he learned the Xiaotai knife double knife stream, he was also proficient in drawing the knife. Slowly, almost slowly, he pulled out his knife left and right. Every inch he drew from his sword, the pressure on his body became more dangerous. His aura was completely different from that of the calamity, it was a dangerous and quiet aura, calm, dark and dangerous, although it was not as cold and cold as Du Chuanchang's aura, but it was not inferior to the so-called first youth of the Poison Dragon Sect at all.

Sen Luo's distorted aura, dangerous and extremely calm coercion. The young man in front of Wei Wuliang was a more powerful and promising guy than the former head of the Heavenly Slayer Demon Sect.

Wei Wuliang looked at the young man in front of him, and from his dark red eyes, which were black with a little astonishing red, he read hatred, a hatred that simply wanted revenge, a calm and even cold hatred, not the kind of crazy hatred that was carried away by anger. The tall and handsome young man tightened his face and pursed his mouth, and his dark red eyes emitted an undisguised, undying killing intent.

Wei Wuliang bowed down slightly and pulled away from the stance. His face lived up to the scorn and contempt he had when dealing with the taboo, and he became solemn and cautious. "Mowei Pavilion, Wei Wuliang. He simply gave the young man his name, a move that the long-established master rarely does. Wei Wuliang rarely took the initiative to report his name, and whenever he did this, he only showed that the person in front of him really entered his eyes, and he was worthy of his respect and worthy of his full strength to deal with the ruthless character.

"Woe to you. The young man's voice was soft, like an evil spirit walking through nothingness. His self-introduction couldn't be simpler, but in just two words, it was already full of everything. Scourge, the name of the Heavenly Killing Demon Lord, the unified title of the successive heads of the Heavenly Killing Demon Sect, and it is also the symbol of the inheritance of the Heavenly Killing Demon Sect.

He is a bogey, and at this moment, he becomes a bogey. This big boy, who always stands behind the previous generation of calamities, with a pair of clear eyes that do not belong to evil people at all, and often wears a charming and relaxed smile, at this moment, finally resolutely abandoned his former name, cut off all his past, buried his previous identity in the cemetery of his heart along with happiness, and resolutely carried everything like his father and elder brother, carrying his unfinished business, carrying his unrealized dreams, and shouldering the responsibility of the head that he could not let go of for a moment before his death. The Heavenly Demon Killing Demon Sect can't be planted in the hands of the scourge, no matter which one of the scourge is in the hands.

The blade was slowly raised, and the young scourge took his own stance. The connoisseur stretches out his hand to know if there is one. This starting gesture of the scourge made the other monks exclaim and stay away, which made Wei Wuliang frown.

""Rainstorm Alluring City"?" Wei Wuliang's voice carried a hint of solemnity. Just listen to the name and know that it's not a magic skill that is easy to match.

"Not bad. "The young scourge has always had a very soft voice, and he has always cherished words like gold, but his sense of existence, the invisible coercion rising in his body, makes no one dare to despise it, let alone ignore it. (To be continued.) )